Handprints on my glass

Love @ many sights by R.H. Garbo Chapters 1. Mga Ms. Kirina L. Andipa 2. Name Game 3. May “Brit-Vis” accent 4. Height is might 5. Walang "breeding" 6. Ms. Cum Laude 7. Pantasya ng bayan 8. Drama queen 9. Joke only 10. Ang pogi ng "Ex" 11. Ang "yayaman" nyo 12. Ideal Woman sa manhid na puso PROLOGUE Ako si Vicente P. Inocencio, Vince for short, 36 years old na at tubong Makati.  Wala pang asawa, at hindi ko alam kung magkakaroon pa. Pasintabi sa mga kakilala kong mga bading o silahis, pero hindi ako kabilang sa kanila, sadya lamang na may mga pagkakataong natakot akong magmahal at hindi pinahintulutan ng tinatawag nating dakilang tadhana. Kung magiging matandang binata ako ay okay lang, maipagmamalaki ko naman na naranasan kong umibig nang bulgar at nang lihim hindi lang minsan kundi nang maraming beses, kung ito nga ay matatawag na pag-ibig. Natutunan ko ang kasabihang "Love at first sight", pamilyar din ako sa mga kantang &quo

Hindi ko marinig ang pintig ng iyong puso Basa naman ng luha ang aking mga mata kaya mukha mo'y di ko mabanaag Ngunit ang hikbi ay malinis kong naririnig At ang isipan ko'y tuluyang iginugupo Na unti-unting nakadarama ang aking kaluluwa ng pagkahabag Malinaw na aking nasagap ang kakulangan sa iyo - ang pag-ibig. Marahil ay hindi mo nadama o nagkulang sila ng itinanim Marahil ay hindi kayo nagkatagpo, ang isa ang lumihis ng landas Iisa man ang inyong adhika at damdamin o kalooban Nagkaiba naman kayo ng pagtanggap, Marahil sila ay nagbukas ng bisig Ikaw naman ay ayaw lumapit upang yumakap Hindi pumailanlang ang musikang dinala ng hangin - ang pag-ibig. Kailan maitatama ang mali? Kailan maitatanim ang nagkulang sa binhi? Kailan magkakasalubong sa pagyakap? Kailan matutuyo ng hangin ang mga matang basa sa luha? Kailan madarama ang kumpletong pag-ibig? Ang kaligayahan ng puso at kaluluwa. Kapag ba nagpantay na ang mga paa ng mga puno? At nilamon na ng lupa ang

Salmo ng Pananalig 7.05.17 Malunod man ako sa lawa ng mga suliranin Ang Makapangyarihang Diyos ang hahango sa akin Ang Kaniyang Kamay na humati sa dagat Ang Siya ring sa kaligtasan ko ay maglalapat Masunog man ako ng nag-aapoy na bagabag Ang Diyos ang sa akin ay patuloy na mahahabag Siya ang nagpuwesto sa araw, buwan at mga bituin Siya rin ang magbibigay ningas, alab at liwanag sa akin Sa nagdidilim kong paligid Ang Kamay niya ang maghahatid Sa dakong ligtas, aking moog at akin ring kanlungan Hindi niya ipagkakait ang Kaniyang templo kailanman Patuloy akong mananalig sa Diyos kong tunay Na Siyang may-ari ng lakas ko at buhay.

You are the unscented flower in this ugly field A vulnerable wealthy weed with no value Like a lightless fortress over the hill and the land far away And a forgotten pledge in a world with amnesia Written in the sand, blew by the wind Read by the blind mind and heard by the deaf heart While the vow was touched and felt by the numb hand You are a prisoner of your own gaol Caged by your imaginary fence So rich floret who are you? You forgot your roots and the land who nurtured you Now settling in infertile soil in a barren area of land The seeds are worthless and so are you For you are barred to share your pollen grains Little by little the thin plate for a fairy is falling and fading along with the hue Struggling to recognize the butterflies and the bees And so the caring hand who's undyingly loving you.

Till debt do us part 5/31/17  7:19AM I've tried to give you a hundred When you asked to lend you for fifty For I knew that you are my friend And you're not okay when your hand is empty. But you insisted for fifty with your pride risen up And so your voice with conviction "I will be okay with fifty only!" you said with a strife So I granted your wish and handed it to your condition. Time passes by, the sun rose and set Day by day, I've been waiting for you Like a vow of lovers in front of noisy trumpet But the days were gone and the red flag started to get blue. Now I need my fifty even you promised to return it by sixty For my pocket is now empty and so my hope When I heard your voice as you've said "Just wait for me!" And you added "Let my financials be coped". Few months passed by, I badly needed my fifty Can be reduced to forty even down to twenty more Just give it back to me, you lost soul and my buddy! For m

In a cold plain capped with white snow There was a woman with a child whom I saw Like a northern star shining in a bleak dark sky Riding in a maple leaf is her spirit soaring so high. I remembered her as a teenage girl dreaming for a better land Like a lovely damsel wishing from a fairy's wand Not knowing she was already a princess in her native soil Surrounded by knights in her kingdom's wall. When she came to the strange land in a zero degree Nearby soil of home of the brave and land of the free Everyday she knew that will be a game and struggle As a princess she will wage war as living a life is a battle. In the land of bears, frozen forests and lakes She came to conquer the cold and melt down the snowflakes With her warm  heart and burning desire The bleakness was caught unaware with her fire. She beaten her past by her tough soul She's facing her present by a good call A mother, a decent and a lovely woman Her days are brighten by her beautiful

Imagine a place of blissfulness where we are not slaves by our own chain Imagine a home of contentment where children’s mirth are all we hear When mommy cries not because of pain But due to joyfulness and pure bliss my dear. Imagine a life without fear, fear from terror and deluge Imagine a life with peace, secluded from harm, covered in refuge Imagine there are no boundaries --- One land merged with different countries Different blood blended in one strain --- One strive, one pain, one gain. Imagine the Crosses and the Crescents, the Whites and the Blacks living in harmony Imagine you and me, he and she, when united would transpose to We.

Dream, Reality and Shades in between 7/19/17  7:05AM Riding on the hybrid bus Where all the workers line through And the street is so busy so is the mass The traffic light turns into blue. All are sleeping except me Daydreaming for a while in this lonely booth Before waking up to reality Waiting in line is the harsh and slapping truth. Hope is flickering and love is fading In this doubtful place Negativity is spreading and radiating Hence slowing my pace. Dream, reality and shades in between A demanding but unjust society Like a jester between the gods and the queen Fighting the shackles of slavery.